Partition Magic Errore 2103

METAPHYSICS OF LOVE

doors that open and close gates, which divide and unite ... wise curtain of the show of a life that suddenly enters the scene. This is the big bang the Ciack, the dawn, the beginning. The light of the aurora borealis lights up on us players, is the eye of whom do not even know the name. Your hands are touching each other and the network becomes energy that unites, and recognized. We re-known ancient lovers of bygone days, a single chromosome DNA of a single flower petals, branches of that tree, juxtaposed layers of a mountain rock, a trace of that left and right pair of feet. And the legs begin a journey, full of passion and love and pain. Feeling a deep sense of life took a bite, desperately clinging to a thread of meaning and significance that tie shape and divide. The doors slide over one another, creating multiple scenarios to grasp and understand. Still errors, again away, actors of life itself forced to parallel tracks, sides of the same sheet of glass, transparent ... cruelly as in the past that we have merged and then split again, until death unites successive appearance of new giving, to be WE always together again, always the same and always different.
In this metaphysical wandering up and not give in to the guilt of a love too soon killed by the hands which shook so hard to stifle it. But this is made of the passing years and leave us alone in the cold light off of a scene that we would like to do again, turn again, make sure you do not make the same mistakes again. And we cry we cry we cry with the voice that we all at that director who does not seem to feel anything, or maybe do not listen. It breaks my heart not for the effort but the immensity of love we have inside and that we would only be able to give back to those eyes of which we now know the name and the deep seabed as an endless ocean and perfect in itself .

... hand in hand we will be funny if we do not have even warned ...

19/08/2010

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JOYEUX NOEL

The fact that mankind is based on a series of stories and contradictions is now common knowledge, but today I want to talk about those who then become the special character and personality of each, but to the general ones that come out of the closet in the more and blatant circus of everyday life.
It could be billions of hypocrisy but these days it is impossible not to do leading to the largest: the Christmas ....
You "" Feast, that of brotherhood, equality, the "feeling level" ... or so they say, but I think the right word is class, if it is in these days that come out disparities.
In truth, most of the globe would close in one of those balls with the fake snow inside ... not to feel as heavy as cast iron. These are days for happy couples and love, for those expecting a baby and thinks it will be the new savior of the world (or at least the savior of his own pair). It is the party who has a sparkling tree homes warm and fragrant, clothes ironed and placed in drawers arranged so as to contain the memories, each pigeonholed her going in the right place so they do not quarrel with that next.
Then there are the songs ... those of kindness and gentleness ... sung so loudly to cover the screams of those reels but to be heard drowning more and more ... ... And the lights so blinding that you can only see who cares arm, mocking the loneliness thrown a little further on in a dark corner.
not Christmas for everyone .... Indeed increase the suffering and anguish in those who "can not" enjoy the serenity in those who feel even more strongly the lack of those who do not find under the tree or under the mistletoe and that will not return. And it makes the countdown to the first day of a new year. Maybe that's the Christmas of the less fortunate, which hang like, as many colored balls, the days are still full of hope, hope that in the year events do not fall to pieces one after the other as in the past ....
And perhaps at that moment we are all equal ... because there is nobody in the world who does not hope and dreams, is the moment when the hypocrisies shed the mask and we embrace all in the embrace of change ....

21/12/2009

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if I cut them into pieces

The other day my friend was like every Friday by Mrs. Lina. The picture is this: ninety, bedridden for so many months that are soon to merge in a year, the eye still bright and so lively as to be able to see where we do not see a white hair made recovered from naive ... what you give back when the brain removed some 'oxygen ... And yes, it's all a give-and-take in the world, indeed, in this case perhaps it is better to speak and remove put ...

The story would have been to every week: extends his arm, shoulder wheel, bending the leg, bike (simulated of course), massage the muscles atrophied, and so on. etc.. if it was that this time she was limping ... my friend had a sore knee.

Lina sees her and smiles, the one that comes when you finally feel understood, you're not alone, you can finally share ... Hurray! someone else in need of spare parts. So start talking, saying, "I ... there ... there's so many I know I?" "What?" "The legs ... If you want I'll give you one, so then you make me! I do not understand why instead of making me do these stupid exercises do not put it back to me ... Oh well ... oh well never mind! Both the young people are not with you ... But you never check it, damn! With little caveresti thee! "Is my friend:" You think so? But it is necessary that the leg is the right size, otherwise it's a mess "and Lina:" And now ... but I do have a lot! so if you ever change them both! " And in short, the dialogue went on for a bit 'and then end up in anything like all the words that suddenly lost in the maze of memories. The eyes are veiled, and the head is white ... maybe childhood, perhaps to his first love, perhaps the children not seen for years, perhaps his favorite dessert, the apple strudel recipe that is so well but I do not remember the very last ingredient, or maybe ....

... the ir-rational mechanics-kinematics of the knee. ...

And suddenly, out of nowhere, starts to speak: "If not ... now that I think, that I would have knee ... would do just for you ... so you do not mind long. Disconnect the bottom, coming off the knee, replacing it with the good one, hang up the sub. Here! Just a few clicks away ... and screws? Mmmm ... Yes I tried the screws but I have not found ... But it is not the problem. We do them unscrew the mechanic: I legs and knees ... and you then ... if ever. We also carry with him that you never know .... Serve another replacement! "
you, my friend, he wanted to ask you many things. Where is the clarity of those solutions which seem odd but they are not many more speeches that every day we are forced to listen. He wanted to ask what those eyes trying to see no more; what those neo-cybernetic visions of trying to cover up and heal, and above all he wanted to ask imploring:

"A HEART! I want a heart ... I give all the legs of the world, and hands that would be enough to replace glazed already the morning before work, and the hairstyles of colors and lengths. I leave it to others even blue eyes and perfect teeth ... I want a brand new heart. Without pain. Without scarring. Without the holes, which leaves us there who bites him mercilessly. A vacuum, everything from paint some beautiful things, to shape. On which to attack the face and the smile of those who know how to love again as children, without fear, without flashback, with no overlap ... like the first time. "

But the heart of Lina do not spare him. Of that I will always and only one ... for all those who know and love him for who will only step on it. And, whether we like it or not, will all be together in there ... Perhaps the secret is to split it in circles ... as it did with Dante's Inferno ... or maybe in heaven ... as in Heaven .

19/10/2009